"Dear students, it has come to our attention that when while in the muggle word, mistakes are inevitable." Dumbledore said trying to placate the mutterings and whispers of students. He discreetly looked at Harry Potter at the Slytherin table, the house he had been resorted to.

He had, in an astoundingly strong voice, said that he wished to be resorted at the Welcoming Feast after all the first-years, (A small group of 25 of them), had been sorted. The Sorting Hat had said aloud, "So, you're letting me do my job eh?" and sorted him in to Slytherin. It came as a surprise to all of the Hogwarts staff and students when he smiled and went with no objection. His friends looked at him wide eyed. This apparently prompted Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger to be resorted as well. Granger went to Ravenclaw and Longbottom went to Hufflepuff.

"Most of the Muggleborns and Half-Bloods and maybe the occasional Pureblood, know what a Street Magician is." Dumbledore continued after hearing a few affirmations. "We have an alliance with an association called the Eye which has true magic mixed with our magic and street magicians." Dumbledore paused and continued, "The reason I have asked for their assistance is that we are afraid you may mess up in the Muggle world and can't obliviate all the witness. You may have to pass it off as street magic." Purebloods at the Slytherin table scoffed. Harry smiled and kept on listening to the Headmaster's words.

"The group that will be assisting us is here already. The group consists of 3 young men, and one young woman. Please give a hand to the Four Horsemen!" Harry's smile slipped right off his face.

The Great Hall's doors opened to reveal a bald, average size man with a fedora who seemed to assess everything and look in to the bottom of your soul; a man with a semi curly, semi unruly brown hair; young man who barely looked 18 with warm brown eyes; and a woman with fiery red hair and gloves, she had a warm smile on her face. Harry tried to curl in on himself so the group wouldn't see him. Malfoy, who was sitting next to him, taunted a bit, "Scared of the new ones Potter?"

"Stuff it, Malfoy. And no, I'm not scared," Harry hissed, "I'm petrified." Malfoy shot him a confused glance. Harry and Draco had seemingly become good friends, after putting apart their differences, of course. They became better friends than Harry and Ron ever were.

"How come? They seem like nice enough people," Draco asked. "Well, I've told you how my Aunt and Uncle treated me. Remember I told I once had to go with them to New York?" Draco nodded. "They left me, Hedwig, and my trunk there. I was left to wander the streets for days there until I found them," Harry motioned to the Four Horsemen, "Well, they found me but the point is that I got really close to them. They are almost like my family. Then three weeks before school started I got my letter. Came back here after taking an illegal floo and went to Diagon Alley. I got my stuff and then I came here. I mean they probably got worried sick, thirteen year old on their watch just up and left."

Harry looked very conflicted so Draco patted his hand. Harry had been very worried since last year where Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban and someone let out a giant basilisk. All in the same year, Gildroy Lockheart got killed because of the basilisk, and Remus Lupin began to teach one month into the second term. Harry got targeted by dementors and learned the Patronus spell while trying to find the hissing voices that came from the walls.

The problems were solved. Pettigrew was put in Azkaban and Sirius Black's name cleared. Lupin remained as the DADA Professor and Snape became a bit more snappish. It was overall a good year.

Now this year, there was the Four Horsemen. Would Harry's life ever get easy?

"Mr. Atlas! Can you say your line?" A muggleborn from Hufflepuff asked. A few other muggleborns and half-bloods exclaimed their agreement. The man named Mr. Atlas chuckled, and then, "You'll have to help me, alright?" Many students cheered and agreed. "Because the closer you look,"

"The less you'll see!" Many students cheered.

Most students were very confused and the Professors even more so.

"Excuse me, I don't want to sound or be rude, but wasn't Mr. Wilder supposed to be, y'know, dead?" A normally shy Ravenclaw asked. "The Four Horsemen looked at each other and chuckled. "That was one of our best acts. As you can see, our youngest member is quite alive." A red haired woman said.

"Alive and annoying as ever you mean." The man with the fedora corrected.

"Oh come on Merritt! I'm not that bad!" The young man beside him said.

"You're right," Mr. Atlas said, "You're worse."

The red hair woman glared at her companions and looked apologetically to the teachers. "I'm sorry, these three can be very immature at times, but I promise you they will take this seriously. Isn't that right gentlemen?" She glared.

"Right, Henley."

"Of course, ma'am."

"Correct, my ex-assistant."

"Ugh, men." Henley said fondly, and all three of them gave a shit eating grin. Harry smiled lightly at them, glad they hadn't noticed him. He knew it was for the best, they probably had forgotten about him by now, it had been three years. But, the truth about life, was that things never really go your way. And therefore, Harry James Potter, age 14, was spotted by Jack Wilder in the Slytherin table when he turned his head just the right amount of degrees. And the first words out of his mouth were quite enlightening.

"Harry, is that really you? Where the hell have you been?!"